#ll ship brackets

[fei09]

GUYS PLEASE

ROUND 1 BRACKET 3

[lifeseriesbasepolls]

Welcome to the bracket for Best Life Series Base! I’ll start posting the polls tomorrow, but feel free to submit propaganda to the ask box for any of the round one builds in the mean time!

Please note, the idea of the poll is that builds are ranked on both beauty and function. Iconic-ness is not a factor. It’s more fun for everyone if this is actually a poll for best base and not a popularity contest.

Round 1 will consist of:

Rocktopus (LL; Tango) vs Scottage (LL; Scott and Pearl)

Pumpkin Cottage (SL; Lizzie) vs The Car (WL; Joel)

Relationship Ranch (DL; Scott and Cleo) vs Gem’s Barn (WL; Gem)

Relation-Ship (DL; Joel and Etho) vs The Green Lives Club (LL; Pearl)

Polls are tagged as #polls, propaganda as #propaganda

[signedaiko]

Hey Aiko! Thanks for the HCs from the last request, I really enjoyed reading every word of them.

You know those math equations where they spell “I Love You” as the final answers?

Could I request HCs of [MTMTE/LL] Perceptor where Cybertronian![Reader] [Gender Neutral] has a huge crush on him and pretends to ask for his help with some equations when they’re actually confessing their love to him through the complicated numbers and symbols?

Happy Ending: He likes them back.

Perceptor X Reader [MTMTE]

In which Perceptor's lab assistant confesses in the numeric language they both work with.

Reader is: Gender Neutral | Cybertronian | Autobot. Romantic.

The science wing aboard the Lost Light had become your home the last couple of months

More specifically, Perceptor's lab, where you'd been handpicked by the scientist to assist him with research

It was a dream come true! I mean, whatever the quest the ship was on was, it was fun and all, but having read every last one of Perceptor's research papers and lab reports, it felt wrong to be the one picked to help

He was Cybertron's genius, the best of the best, and he wasn't weird about it either

Most days you'd stand in the lab, comparing and accumulating data relevant to his research, taking care of any specimen, and cleaning

Most commonly, you were tasked with chemical waste disposal; each chemical was different, and each process was longer than the last

Today, however, Perceptor tasked you with sorting through the 'other' portfolio of research data

It was a list of all kinds of extras that were never finished, tasks galore.

It was also the perfect opportunity for you to work closely with him, since he was helping you comb through it

"What about the anti-anti-matter gun?"

"Anything with the word 'gun' is just Brainstorm trying to get me to do his projects for him. Dispose of it."

While he handled the physical box of 'other' projects, you were sifting through the online database

Thankfully your job was easier because you'd been so distracted watching him across from you and mulling over your plan that you wouldn't get anywhere otherwise

Truthfully, you'd long since sorted through everything using a quick sorting algorithm, but you'd been pretending to keep busy as you contemplated the pros and cons of confessing to Perceptor

He was your boss; if he didn't feel the same, it'd be awkward working with him every day

But your work performance was dropping with all the time you spent staring at him and daydreaming of your lives together

"Sorry, Perceptor, one last question. What is this?"

It was an entry with one equation: 9x - 7i > 3(3x - 7u)

"Don't know; you can note what it solves and delete the main file."

"But what are we solving for?"

Your bait worked, and the scientist stood up to walk behind you, leaning over your chair to get a better glimpse

"Nothing, you're supposed to fill in for 'i' and 'u,' but you can simplify it."

He leaned further in to point at the brackets

"Multiply everything in there by three. Yes, just like that. So now we have 9x - 7i > 9x - 21u."

As funny as it was that he thought you couldn't calculate it on your own, you let him continue

"9x is then cancelled out on both sides, leaving you with -7i > -21u. just divide by three and then..."

"i <3 u"

"Yes, exactly, that's as simplified as you can get it until you identify 'i' and 'u'"

Your smile faltered, realizing he may have still not understood what it said

God, how could you have expected this to work?

"Thanks, Perc—"

"For example, you could substitute 'i' for 'Perceptor' and 'u' for you. Come on now, don't act like I couldn't figure out your game. You think so little of my intellect?"

When you turned to look at him, you realized he was looking at you rather than the screen, a cocky smile sprawled across his face

"I swear I don't; I was just—"

"Just what? Thinking I thought you couldn't solve simple operations? Thinking I would have 'forgotten' such a small equation in my data banks?"

You hid your face behind your hands to try and hide the blush, but Perceptor was already chuckling and pulling you up from where you sat

"Well, if it means anything..."

He reached to the keyboard, adding an extra character

'i <3 u 2'

Author's Note - I love this guy. What a fella, what an enjoyable cocky fella!!!! Thank you for requesting!

[alik-kallpa]

Watching from the sidelines as everyone publishes propaganda about their ships because of the the LL ship brackets is so amusing

[ll-but-its-random]

My propaganda for the first group of LL ship brackets:

@adamussutekh

Round 1:

Okay Jarah is actually kind of underrated these days.

Like, yes, it might've just started with 'ooh, she's pretty' and yes, Pittacus may have used Sarah as character development, BUT EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN???

Book 3-6 John and Sarah ACTUALLY had a good dynamic! Not always the best, but they were improving and learning together. Specially when John started to rely on her as someone more capable.

The talks on the phone where they're comforting each other are my favorite. (But really it was Sarah doing something crazy while John is crying in a tent, nice swap of places).

The whole thing is at least a 7/10.

Nix? Might just be me, but they feel like the gay/lesbian duo who have very similar personalities and fight like siblings. Wouldn't ship them, but they vibe.

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Round 2:

I actually have nothing much to say here.

Jix have a very undefined relationship that I can't seem to label. Pals? Sibling-ish? Friends with occasional benefits? Sam? What are or can they be exactly?

Joveen maybe interacted 6 times (hehe) and most of these were passive conversations, but I'm a firm Eight-potential believer. I think they could've actually kicked off given that Pittacus didn't FUCKING KILL EIGHT.

They'd be like. "Yeah, I think I'm Pittacus Lore." "No way, I think I'm Pittacus Lore too!" yay!

I'm going john/eight (=1/2??)

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Round 3:

Unlike the round two ships, these are ones I actually have so many interpretations for, I can't put all of them down.

Six/Sarah is hot.

Six/Marina is more cute.

I will argue though, that Marina is really sad rn and needs her bff/gf/emotional support lesbian. Sarah doesn't, she's dead.

But on any other occasion YOU CAN'T MAKE ME CHOSE

SIX HAS TWO HANDS FOR A REASON

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Round 4:

PO6 trio actually have a good dynamic if it wasn't for the 'love triangle' shit the authors shoved in there. Like, they made it more like a love angle centered around Six. But let's be real, she and John are arguing over having Sam.

John/Nine/Sam is just stupid/more stupid/less stupid and you know what? I like it. Don't try to put a label on them, give me some interactions and I will generate an entire world centered around these 3 dumbasses together.

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Round 5:

These trios are just two different versions of each other.

quiet x flirty x smt else

However, i do like my polys a perfect triangle. And while I stand for Isabella/Duanphen and Isabella/Caleb separately, Caleb/Duanphen just doesn't go. The most I can see between them was Caleb acknowledging Duan is at least normal.

Also, they were roommates (Tay/Isabel/Ran).

Need I say more?

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Round 6:

Hear me out, Kopano and Taylor are the kind of cute ship with so many sides and corners and sweetness that your teeth rot. I'm here for it. Love the babies.

They also happen to be alive and we all need a break from crying over the dead.

[lex1nat0r]

White Elephant: The Pasta Interlude

AAR #12

Session reports from my ongoing Lancer campaign.

Characters (LL 2):

Raiju (They/Them, Hacker 2/Heavy Gunner/Centimane/Nuclear Cavalier, Barbarossa 2)

Sunshine (They/Them, Grease Monkey/Technophile 2/Engineer/Juggernaut, Pegasus 2)

Rook (He/Him, Walking Armory/Stormbringer/Brutal, Balor 2)

Daylight (She/Her, Technophile 2/Engineer 2/Infiltrator, Vlad 2)

Magpie (They/Them, Hacker 3/Technophile 2, Goblin 2)

NHPs:

Molotov - Via Sunshine’s Technophile talent - Projects as a small velociraptor - unshackled

Willow - Via Daylight’s Technophile talent - Projects as 1-2 squid - unshackled

Murgatroid - Via Magpie’s Technophile talent - Projects as a wizard? - shackled

Prometheus Antichiral - fork of a cascaded NHP from the Sanctuary Blue cloning facility - projects as a wizened old man - unshackled

Prev session writeup

Safely in orbit, Director Prinzivalli once again reassures the lancers that she's good for the money she promised them. Magpie doesn't quite believe her and attempts to sneakily insert a tracking program onto her communications device. Prinzivalli notices, but keeps the tracker online as a show of faith.

Back aboard the Eye of the Tiger the lancers are greeted by Lt. Nightingale, the ship's tactical officer, and informed that Neuropa has transferred all the money they were promised for the contract thanks to some pressure by Cortex Concord. The lancers have already had their share transferred to them. They are also met by Ivan, Rook's husband and part of the ship's medbay staff. While the lancers are getting tested for any alarming diseases they may have picked up planetside, Nightingale asks why they didn't just follow the letter of the contract. The group responds that the did not trust Neuropa from the jump and they couldn't just leave the people there once they found out about them. They may be time-displaced by 500 years, but there's still causes worth fighting for. Nightingale says they are relieved that the lancers still believe in fighting the good fight.

Prinzivalli skips off as soon as Ivan clears her, saying she'll contact the lancers tomorrow with their reward. Ivan says none of the lancers picked up anything nasty while planetside, but Daylight does have some unknown prions in her bloodstream. She blames Willow.

Raiju uses their old SecComm clearances and backdoors into Harrison Armory's systems to grab the Barbarossa 2 license, then gets playfully needled about hogging the ship's one Schedule 2 printer for hours to fabricate parts for the biggest mech any of the crew have ever seen.

Sunshine continues to decrypt the HORUS omninet package they found, and when they go to test-print Exchange of Affection with some new systems out pops a Pegasus.

While Rook is waiting for Raiju to finish assembling a Barbarossa lego-style he fires up the PROMETHEUS fork they took from the facility. Prometheus is predictably confused, but is okay working with Rook (who Prometheus assumes to be the whole crew given his problems distinguishing one human being from another). Rook places Prometheus in charge of his new Balor, and Prometheus finds controlling a greywash swarm a lot easier than trying to deal with individual humans.

Magpie prints out a goblin suit without issue, but expresses concern about how fragile it is.

Daylight uses Brian's discount to pick up the second Vlad license then goes to find a drink on the station. She goes to check out the options available on the station. First is Shell Casings, which is advertising a dance marathon(*) starting tomorrow night and going until there's only one person left to claim the grand prize, a lightly-used tactical bomber. Organics and androids can both compete, though organics get a 5-minute break every 3 hours while androids don't.

Across the causeway from Shell Casings is Servo Assist, advertising a regular dance competition tomorrow night. That has separate android and organic brackets, with the winner from each being able to pick from the bar's big bin of mech parts.

But what really catches Daylight's eye is Comrade Fettuccine's Pasta Dispensary(**), a franchise she remembers from 500 ago and is surprised to find still around. She quickly texts the rest of the lancers to get over there because they still have the vodka-infused pasta that was a big hit back in the day. Rook drags Ivan along as well and the group has a pleasant meal chatting with the proprietor, Big Larry, who tells them the rumor about the ghost ship that visited the station a few months back. The session ended with the group discussing which bar's event they would participate in tomorrow night.

(*) sausage-making: the day before I ran this session I watched Ebirah: Horror From the Deep, the beginning of which involves a couple of people meeting at a dance marathon. I figured that was the kind of thing a bar on a mercenary space station would have. Once again Godzilla shows us the way.

(**) sausage-making: way back when I ran Pastel City Blues one of the players asked if there was an Italian restaurant they could raid for garlic before confronting some vampires. Off the cuff I said yeah, Fettuccine's Pasta Palace is a block away. Ever since then I've had the name "Comrade Fettuccine's Pasta Dispensary" rattling around in my head for when I needed an establishment in a sci-fi setting.

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The best downtime Lancer session I've run so far, I think. Tentatively, I suspect my problem goes thusly: because Lancer's Downtime Actions are so well-defined and have built-in mechanics for generating complications, I'm tempted to just let downtime be the players picking one of those each and improvising what happens based on the rolls. But I don't think that works that well for me. I'm going to try out running downtime/non-combat sessions more traditionally by having things happen to the PCs not prompted by their rolls, and defining things beforehand that the players might want to interact with. Fleshing things out outside of the defined results of Downtime Actions. We'll see how that does for me.

Next time: Nuclear war on the dancefloor?

[justalilpearlie]

I don't ship majormoon or hell even see pearl as trans, but I don't get the hate for trans man pearl x cis gay scott when I've seen ppl do this to other characters in the mcyt fandom even in the traffic life series and everyone loves it.

I think it's because it's a canon gay character and they think you making pearl trans as an "excuse to ship them" even if that was the case, which I think is not, you are still respecting Scott boundaries of not shipping him with women, idk it's just confusing how ppl are fine with it until you bring Scott into the mix.

Also we need more gay/straight ppl shipped with trans characters canon or not

Sorry I saw you get hate on that on the Scott shipping bracket, and as a trans person myself it felt really disrespectful

thank you so much anon yes exactly this 🙏🙏

All the labels I give Pearl are my labels too which is what bugs me the most about this

And I have a high school au thingy where I made her go like.

lesbian -> (straight?) trans man -> bisexual trans man -> gay trans man -> gay bigender -> bisexual? bigender -> what the fuck is going on man aaaaa labels are so hard -> gendervoid verinix and queer!! (But its easier to say ftm/bigender mlm. Still could like women but its so not often that prefers to call himself a gay man 98% of the time)

And guess what? THATS BEEN MORE OR LESS MY QUEER HISTORY SINCE I STARTED QUESTIONING MY IDENTITY!! ONLY DIFFERENCE IS I HAD A GENDERFLUID ERA BETWEEN CIS LESBIAN AND BI TRANS MAN-

My main reason to ship majormoon was because LL scott reminded me of my current partner

I still am not that big of a fan of DL majormoon cause. On the opposite end of the spectrum. DL scott reminds me of a shitty ex of mine.

But either way ofc I cant ignore it cause its a big part of their story! But thats why I tend to focus on spreading positivity about the ship in all its other aspects

If other people get to have fun, project, have headcanons and etc. Why cant I?

Cause I dont give Pearl short hair? Cause i dont change anything abt her design? Cause he still uses she pronouns? He/She slash She/He users also have the She there for a reason.

I dont change anything abt Pearl's design myself and let him present femenine/androgynous and keep the long hair in most of my art is. BECAUSE AGAIN THATS ME!!

I personally dont have body disphoria *most* of the time. I have social disphoria yes. I wanna be treated as a man and I dont want anyone I didn't explicitly allow to to she/her me cause yes Im bigender but i mostly feel like a man. But I have *zero* plans to medically transition.

I love how I look, I love how I dress, I love wearing make up and I love how my voice sounds. I dont personally fw long hair cause that *does* make sme disphoric, but for Pearl I think it fits her. I think he deserves to keep his hair long for as long as she decides to do so.

In general. Let people have their trans headcanons and ship them with whoever they want

a straight cis person dating a straight trans person doesnt make them a gay couple.

a gay/queer cis person dating a gay/queer trans person doesnt make them a straight couple.

Trans men dont owe you masculinity.

Trans women dont owe you femininity.

Nonbinary people dont owe you androgyny.

Transmasc =/= trans man

Transfem =/= trans woman

Pronouns =/= gender

I thought we all mostly knew this but just in case a little reminder

[nebulanewts]

Also in other news,here’s some Love Live specific polls I’ve thought about doing since I made a side blog for a LL song tournament poll a while back (@lovelivesongshowdown),but due to my inability figure out how to make a bracket and a few people making song polls already…this is what my brain cooked up instead cndjdj

Idk,each of them seem like they’d be fun but they also have their pros and cons…so I’m not sure which one would be better (not putting an option for multiple,because whichever one wins I’ll do the others at some point)

[rjalker]

here's what I have transcribed of The Copper-Clad World by Harl Vincent, from September 1931 so far.

still can't tell if the spaceship is named the RXS or the RX8.

It's got ableism and racism so far, but has a cool premise. Not sure if there's a specific term for when you build a shell around...something that's not a whole solar system.

stuff in brackets will be removed from the final version.

this is public domain, so you can do literally anything you want with it. Please rewrite it to not be bigoted.

the original, blurry PDF can be found here.

this story is not complete yet. I have no idea how much longer it is lol.

Edit: Added more of it so far. I know tumblr would love this evil alien cat lady queen if this were a modern thing.

The Copper-Clad World, by Harl Vincent

Chapter 1: Into the Unknown

Adrift in space! Blaine Carson worked frantically at the controls, his jaw set in grim lines and his eyes narrowed to anxious slits as he peered into the diamond-studded ebon of the heavens. A million miles astern he knew the red disk of the planet Mars was receding rapidly into the blackness. And the RXS[?] was streaking into the outer void at a terrific pace – out of control.

Something had warned him when they left Earth; the Martian cargo of k-metal was of enormous value and a direct invitation to piracy. Of course there was the attempt at secrecy and the shippers had sent along those guards. His engineer, Tom Farley, was thoroughly reliable, too. But this failure of the control rocket-tubes, missing their destination as a result – there was something queer about it.

“Tommy,” he called into the mike.[comma?] “Find anything yet?”

“We-e-ll, something,” the audiophone drawled after a moment: “I’m coming up.”

“What is it, Tom?” he asked when the engineer’s round face appeared at the head of the engine room companionway.

Farley dropped his voice and his customary smile was gone. “I found the stern rocket-tube ignition jammed so it’s firing continuously,[?]” he said,“and the others are all dead: won’t fire at all. That’s why she doesn’t swing to the controls?” [why is there a questionmark]

:Can’t you fix it? Lord, man, we’re headed out into the bent of planetoids. We’ll be wrecked.”

“Nothing I can do, Blaine, without shutting down the atomic engines. Then we’d freeze to death and run out of oxygen. These ships ought to have a spare engine just to take care of heating and air conditioning. I’ve always said so.”

“What happened to the ignition system?”

Tom Farley looked over his shoulder apprehensively. “Dirty work, Blaine,” he whispered. “I’m sure of it. Tool marks on the breech of the stern tube. And there’s one of those guards I don’t like the look of.”

“Nonsense. The k-metal people know their men; they picked these three especially for the job.”

“Who else could do it? There’s only the five of us on board.”

There might be something in what Tommy said, at that. A thing like this couldn’t just happen by itself. And, come to think of it, one of those guards was a queer looking bird: dwarfed and hunch[?]-backed, sort of, and with long dangling arms. It would be better to investigate.

“Get ‘em up here, Tommy,” Blaine said.

The RX8[?] drove on and on through the uncharted wastes outside the orbit of Mars. None of the space ships of the inner planets ever ventured out this far, and Blaine knew there was grave danger of colliding with some of the small bodies with which the zone was infested. If one of those guards was the traitor he was risking his own neck as well as theirs.

Two of them entered the control room with Tom Farley, big, husky fellows of solid countenance and armed with regulation flame-ray pistols and gas grenades.

“Where’s the other, the dwarf?” Blaine asked, his suspicions mounting immediately.

“In his bunk,” Tom replied with a meaning look. “He said he’d be up in a few minutes.”

The pilot-commander addressed the guards. “Fellows,” he said, “I suppose you know we’re in a serious fix. The ship is out of control and we’ve missed Mars, where your metal was to be delivered. We’re speeding out into the unknown, out past the limits of space-travel toward the orbits of Jupiter Saturn, Uranus – God knows where. And my engineer thinks that one of our number has tampered with the machinery. Know anything about it?” Blaine eyed them keenly.

One of the guards, Mahoney, flushed hotly. “No, sir,” he snapped. “At least Kelly and meself had nothin’ to do with it. But we’ve been suspicionin’ that little Antazzo ever since we came out. It’s a peculiar way he has about him, the divil.”

“You think he -- “

An incisive voice from the doorway interrupted, “Never mind what he thinks, Carson. I’ll do the thinking from now on.”

As one man they turned to face the speaker. It was the guard, Antazzo, and he was clothed from neck to ankles in a garment of bright metallic stuff that shimmered with shifting colors like those of a soap bubble. A mask of similar stuff covered his face, and in each hand there was a weapon resembling a ray pistol but of strangely unfamiliar design.

Mahoney shot from the hip and his stabbing ray splashed full on the hunchback’s chest – but harmlessly. That lustrous garment was an insulating armor; the traitorous guard should have been shriveled to a cinder at the contact. Antazzo laughed evilly as his own weapons loosed strange and terrible energies.

Tom Farley ducked, and Blaine watched in horrified amazement as the crackling streamers of blue radiance from the dwarf’s pistols found their marks. Mahoney and Kelly, standing there, bathed for a brief instant in horrid blue fire; tottering, swaying, their mouths opened wide in a last agonized effort to cry out. Tiny pinpoints of brilliant pyrotechnics flashing and exploding within the columns of blue fire. Then, nothing! Where the two husky guards had stood there was utter emptiness; not even a shred of clothing remained. The air in the control room became heavy and acrid.

“Antazzo!” White-faced and shaking, Blaine cried out in futile protest, “My God, man, what have you done? What does this mean?”

And then, in a blaze of rage, he was on his feet. Murder was in his heart as he set himself for a crashing charge that would sweep the beast from his feet. His own flame-pistol was missing; it was a case of killing this monster with his bare hands. Tom was circling, over there, cursing horribly. One of them would get him. Strangely, Antazzo had lowered the muzzles of his pistols.

A terrific punch, started from the floor, never reached its mark. Blaine saw a tiny puff of pinkish vapor that spurted from the bosom of that metallic garment. He was coughing and gasping; helpless. Muscles refused to do his bidding. With a moan he dropped into the pilot’s seat, knowing that Antazzo’s will compelled him. That gas had hypnotic powers. Mechanically, his fingers strayed to the controls.

And Tom – Good old Tommy – he was under the influence of the stuff too, creeping there on hands and knees toward the engine room companionway.

Antazzo was talking. “We come now to the matter of instructions,” he said. “You, Farley, will assist me in restoring the ignition system to normal. You, Carson, will keep to the controls and will lay a course to Jupiter as soon as the control rocket-tubes will respond. Understand?”

Tom growled reluctant assent from where he was crawling.

Strange, this hypnotic gas! Blaine mind functioned clearly enough, yet he was utterly at the mercy of this madman’s will – a robot of flesh and blood. “Jupiter!” he exclaimed. “Why man, it’s nearly a half billion miles from the sun. Not habitable, either.”

Antazzo had removed his mask and now smiled a superior smile. “We’ll reach it,” he said: “the RX[8?S?] is very fast. And it’s not the planet itself we’re found for, but its second satellite. Io, your astronomers call this body, and it’s a world sadly in need of this marvelous k-metal.”

“But – but --”

“Enough!” The hunchback snarled his rebuke in Blaine’s face and turned to Tom. “Come, Farley,” he said, as if talking to a child, “we must get to work.”

In a daze of conflicting emotions, Blaine turned to gaze through the forward port when the two had left the control room. The RX[8S?] was accelerating rapidly under the steady discharge of gases from the stern rocket-tube and had already reached the speed of one thousand miles a second. If one of those tiny asteroids, even one no larger than a marble, should meet up with them it would crash through the hull plates as if they were paper. His heart went cold at the thought.

Oddly enough, he found himself wanting to make this trip with the demonic Antazzo. It was the effects of the pink gas. Even with the misshapen guard down there in the engine room the power of his will was effective. The devil must be an Ionian, he thought. But how in the name of the sky-lane imps had he reached Earth? How had he wormed his way into the confidence of the k-metal people? He must have been there several years, working to this very end.

There was a tinkling crash on the starboard side amidships; a screaming swish as something slithered along the side and caromed off into the void. One of those little planetoids. Probably no bigger than a pea, and luckily they had struck it glancingly. He wiped the sudden perspiration from his forehead.

Pressure on the directive rocket controls brought no response. Would they never finish with that ignition system?

A gleaming light-fleck segregated itself from the mass of stars ahead. At first he thought he imagined it, but a second examination, this time through the telescope, convinced him it was growing larger. Drawing nearer, it was, and resolving itself into a well defined orb that was directly in their path. Fifteen hundred miles a second, the indicator read now! They’d never know what happened when they struck.

There was no reply for a moment, and the blue-white globe drove madly toward them. He consulted the chart. Pallas – an asteroid some three hundred miles in diameter. Not very big as celestial bodies go, but big enough!

“Just one minute now.” It was Tommy’s voice coming drearily, unnaturally through the audiophone. A minute! Ninety thousand miles! It seemed the asteroid was that close already.

Antazzo was in the control room then, and the effect of his mental dominance became more pronounced. Suddenly the dwarf let out a shriek of terror when he looked through the port and saw the brilliant body that now loomed so close. Blaine experienced as savage joy in the knowledge that the hunchback was mortally afraid.

“Latza! Latza!” In his fear Antazzo slipped into his own tongue. Then, remembering, he shouted, “We’re ready, Carson. Swing wide!”

The directive rockets answered to their controls now. Quick pressure on this, a swift pull on that, swinging the energy value to maximum, brought results. The little vessel groaned and shivered under the strain as a full blast from the forward tubes retarded them. Her hull plates twisted and screeched as the steering tubes belched full energy in swinging them from their course. They were thrown forward violently, though the deceleration compensators were working to the utmost.

Pallas swung around in their field of vision, and there was a fleeting glimpse of sun-lit spires of mountains, shadowed valleys, and mysterious crevasses from which clouds of steam and yellow vapor curled. Still it seemed they must crash against one of those slender pinnacles. Nearer it came like a flash; a dizzying blur, now, that drove directly in their straining faces.

And then, abruptly, it was gone. Already thousands of miles astern, the danger was past. Miraculously, they had escaped.

Antazzo laughed; a hollow mirthless cackle. His fingers shook crazily when he untwisted them from their grip on the port rail.

“Good work, my friend. Very good, indeed,” he jabbered, his chin quivering in nervous reaction. “And now we carry on – on to Io.”

Blaine Carson, almost wishing they had collided with the spire, set himself grimly to the task. He was powerless to refuse.

Chapter 2: The Second Satellite

When, eventually, they swung into the orbit of Jupiter and headed in toward the enormous red-belted body, the two Earth men were heartily disgusted with the voyage and with themselves. Repeated doses of the pink gas – the ignominy of their utter subservience to the will of Antazzo – had worn them down no less than had the hard work and loss of sleep. Both were in vile humor. They endured the triumphant chatter of their captor in bitter silence.

“Over there, my friends,” he said, pointing; “see? It is our destination. The golden crescent, Io, is something over a quarter million of your miles from the mother planet. See it? It is home, my friends, home to me and for yourselves in the future – if the Zara spares your lives. Lay your course to the body, Carson.”

Blaine growled as he sighted through the telescope. Yet, in spite of his fury, he could not overcome the feeling of excitement that came to him when the powerful glass brought the satellite near. This body was like nothing else in the heavens. Antazzo had called it the golden crescent. Rather, it was of gleaming coppery hue, and now, as they swung around, it was fully illuminated – a brilliant sphere of unbroken contour. Smoothly globular, there was not one projection or indentation to indicate the existence of land or sea, mountain or valley, on its surface. It was like a ball of solid copper, scintillant there in the weak sunlight and the reflected light from its great mother planet.

Antazzo laughed over his absorption. “Looks peculiar to you, does it not?” he asked; “rather different from any of the bodies you have visited, you are thinking.”

Blaine grunted wordless assent. The globe that was Io rushed in to meet them, growing ever larger in the field of the telescope. Now it appeared that there were tiny seams in the smooth surface, a regular criss-cross pattern of fine lines that looked like – Lord, yes, that was it! The body was constructed from an infinite number of copper plates, riveted or brazed together to form a perfect sphere.

“Why, the thing’s made of copper!” Blaine gasped. “Copper plates. It’s a man-made world; artificial. But where are the inhabitants?”

Antazzo laughed uproariously. “Not man-made, my friend,” he corrected, “but preserved by man for his own salvation. A dying world, it was, and the cleverest scientists in the universe saved it and themselves from certain death. What you see is merely a shell of copper, the covering they constructed to retain an atmosphere and make continuation of life possible – inside.”

“Your people live inside that shell?” Blaine was incredulous.

“What else? We must have air to breathe and warmth for our bodies. How else could we have retained it?”

It was staggering, this revelation. The young pilot could not conceive of a completely enclosed world with inhabitants forever shut off from the light of the sun by day and from the beauties of the heavens by night. Yet here it was, drawing ever nearer, a colossal monument to the ingenuity and handiwork of a highly intelligent civilization who had labored probably for centuries to preserve their kind. A titanic task! Who could imagine a sphere of metal more than twenty-four hundred miles in diameter enclosing a world and its peoples? A copper-clad world!

They were coming in close now, and the gravitational pull of the body made itself felt. Blaine was busy with the controls, sending tremendous blasts from the forward rocket-tubes to retard their speed for a safe landing. The incredibly smooth copper surface was just beneath them, stretching miles away to the horizon in all directions.

The inductor compass was functioning. Evidently Io possessed as strong a magnetic field as did the inner planets. Antazzo now consulted a chart which he drew from his pocket, and examined minutely the surface over which they were speeding. Here and there curious designs were etched on the copper plates, and it was from these he determined their course. Obviously there was an entrance to this sealed-in world.

When they had proceeded some two thousand miles in a northeasterly direction Antazzo gave the order to reduce speed. Off at the horizon there appeared a bulge in the copper surface, a round protuberance that resolved itself into a great dome-shaped structure as they drew nearer. A full two hundred feet it reared itself into the heavens, and Blaine saw a number of large circular hatches in its side that evidently covered air-locked entrances.

“You will land close by the dome, Carson,” Antazzo barked, “and both of you will get into your moon-suits.”

At his tone, Blaine saw red. He realized on the instant that the effect of the pink gas had worn off and that he was his own master once more. All the pent-up emotions of the past few days were unleashed. If only he could get in one good punch. They might get away yet. There was plenty of k-metal to replenish the fuel supply. He whirled suddenly, muscles tensed. He faced the grinning hunchback – and was greeted by a breathtaking spurt of the pink gas. This time it was not merely a subjecting of his own will to that of the master but a complete hypnotism, a somnambulistic state. As in a dream he turned to the controls.

Now it came to him that the dwarf no longer spoke. He worked his will entirely without words; his evil mind possessed fully the mind of his victim. For Blaine Carson there was no further independent thinking. He was an automaton, a sleep-walker.

Like a detached and more or less disinterested observer, he saw that he had landed the ship. Then he noticed three dwarfs in bulky, helmeted moon-suits, shuffling clumsily across the copper plates. Hazily he knew he was with the others in an airlock; the hiss and the throbbing of pumps told him that. Under the great dome there was the latticework of a huge reflecting telescope; strange pigmy figures scuttled here and there, working at curious machines. There was the constant purr of many motors, the gentle pulsation of floorplates beneath his feet.

With the moon-suit removed, he realized the atmosphere was fetid and stifling. A great pressure bore on his lungs, making breathing labored and difficult. And then they were in a lift that dropped into the depths of its shaft with dizzying speed. Antazzo’s grin; Tom’s eyes, dull and lifeless, floating there in the haze before his own – it was all a nightmare from which he must soon awaken.

There followed a period of complete unconsciousness of movement and of his surroundings. Light – light everywhere; a blue-white radiance that beat upon his unseeing eyes with unrelenting ferocity. Stabbing pains bored into his very brain, pains that carried with them an unspoken and unintelligible command. Why couldn’t they let him alone; leave him to die in peace? H e knew he was on his feet, swaying. There were voices, strident and guttural, and then by some magic the veil was lifted. His brain cleared and he saw that he stood before a dais where a much bejeweled and resplendently clad woman sat curled in the luxurious cushions of a golden seat. Chalk-white was her face and her lips crimson; amazing eyes, cat’s eyes, pupils red-flecked and glittering, stared out at him.

“The Zara,” Antazzo whispered. “You will make obeisance.”

Mechanically, Blaine dropped to his knees and touched his forehead to the floor. Tom Farley, over there, was doing the same, but Antazzo stood erect with his arms crossed over his chest and his head thrown back. The eyes of the Zara swept him contemptuously from head to foot. All was not well between them.

Blaine arose from his humiliating position at a sharp command from the hunchback. Tommy did likewise and the two exchanged sheepish looks. The effects of the pink gas were wearing off once more. They were in a large hall, obviously the throne room of a palace. Men-at-arms lined the walls on either side of the dais, and these were straight limbed giants with green-bronze skin and regular features – not at all like the deformed Ionian who had captured them and stolen the RX[8???S???]

The Zara talked rapidly in throaty gutturals, her fierce gaze directed at Antazzo and her brows drawn together in a scowl that could have but one meaning. She was displeased with the hunchback, displeased and furiously angry. What was it all about? Hadn’t he brought home the bacon – the k-metal they were after? Blaine was nonplused.

Then Antazzo replied to the woman who was obviously his queen. His voice rose in shrill disagreement and his scowl was as fierce as the Zara’s. Threatening her, he was, the nervy devil. He clenched his fists and raised his arms in an angry gesture, pacing the floor in his fury and thrusting out a pugnacious chin while he raved. This Zara woman rose higher in her cushions, and the look that flashed from those terrible eyes would have warned a less excited human, however justifiable his anger might be. But Antazzo was in too deep to draw back, that was plain to be seen. Blaine held his breath in anticipation of an explosion.

It came then, that explosion, and in a way entirely unexpected and horrible to behold. The tiger woman uttered one fierce sibilant like the hiss of a serpent, a terrifying sound that silenced the hunchback and brought him stiffly to attention, mouth open and eyes bulging with horror. One of those unbelievably white arms stretched forth, threateningly tense, and a jeweled finger leveled itself at the rash Ionian. From it there flashed an intangible something that leaped to bridge the distance with the speed of light, something that screeched as it flew and crashed like breaking glass when it struck Antazzo’s horrified face. In an instant he was on the floor, screaming and writhing in mortal agony.

The Zara watched with compressed lips and livid features as a host of black disk-like things covered the squirming body, spinning madly as if driven by atomic energy and emitting a myriad high-pitched tones like the angry buzzing of a swarm of bees. Antazzo’s body shriveled as the things hummed on in their devilish work. Soon there was but a tiny heap of clothing with the angry black disks whirling and singing their song of hate. And then, in a puff of thick yellow vapor they were gone, their gruesome work completed. The odor of putrefaction lay heavy on the air.

Blaine shuddered and a fit of nausea twisted his vitals. It served the devil right, of course, but it was a horrible way to go. These damned Ionians, even to their queen, were bloodthirsty creatures. And what devilish ingenuity they had displayed in their development of weapons! His eyes were drawn irresistibly to the flaming orbs of the Zara.

She was actually smiling at him, this beautiful, heartless animal, not a smile of derision but one of deliberate allure. He felt the hot blood mount to his temples. A languid arm beckoned him to her side and the amazing creature settled back in her cushions with the drowsy, contented motions of a lazy feline.

“Watch your step!” Tommy hissed.

That warning was unnecessary. Blaine shook his head and backed away from the dais, an instinctive recoiling from a loathsome thing. The Zara saw and understood; and she went again into a black rage. She sat stiffly erect and called rapid orders ot her men-at-arms.

The Earth men were surrounded instantly, their arms and legs pinioned by powerful hands, their feeble resistance overcome by the bronze giants as easily as if they had been children. Helpless and hopeless, they were borne from the room.

This was the end of the story, Blaine thought. Why this Zara woman had not made away with them at once was a mystery. Perhaps they were being reserved for an even more terrible fate than that of the hunchback. They were being carried along a dim-lit passage now, and Tom was cursing his captors in a never-ending stream of invective.

A metal door opened and then clanged shut behind them. They were dumped unceremoniously on metal tables that resembled those of a hospital operating-room on Earth. Woven bands, quickly adjusted by the bronze giants held them fast. Blaine turned his head and saw that Tommy was still struggling against the inevitable. A gag had been placed in his mouth; that was why he has ceased reviling the Zara’s servitors.

The room was cluttered with elaborate and complicated mechanism that Blaine could not recognize in the slightest detail, excepting that there were many banks of slender glass cylinders which bore some resemblance to the vacuum tubes used on the inner planets for radio communication and television. One of the bronze giants, he saw, was bringing a metal cap from which a cable extended to one of the strange machines. This cap was forced down over his head with a none too gentle pressure and he could see no more.

There came a sharp buzz from the machine and a million stinging needles drove into his brain. There was a moment of fleeting visions; strange places he viewed, and strange creatures parading in a fantasmagoria or delirium before his aching eyes. Voices, harsh and guttural, spoke in his drumming ears; voices that were dimly understandable, though uttered in the tongue spoken by Antazzo and the Zara. Then came sudden and merciful unconsciousness.

Chapter 3: Ilen-dar

When Blaine Carson opened his eyes it was to stare at the blue-white radiance of an illuminated ceiling. He lay on a downy cot and it seemed he had just recovered from a long illness. Weak and sick, he turned his head listlessly to gaze at the ornate embossed designs on a wall of gleaming silvery metal. What place was this? His mind was wool-gathering; dim memories of unspeakable things struggled for mastery over a hazy consciousness. Suddenly then he remembered, and he sat up in his unfamiliar bed, senses acutely alert.

Across the room he saw a figure hunched in a chair; a twisted man-creature who was oddly like someone he had seen. Antazzo! But this one had none of the other’s ferocity as he returned Blaine’s stare. Rather, there was a look of deep concern in his ugly face. He came immediately to the bedside and looked at Blaine solicitously.

“I see you have recovered,” he said. “It is good.”

Blaine stared and stared. This creature had spoken in the language of the Zara’s subjects, yet he understood his every word! It must be a dream, this impossible thing that had happened. And where was tom? Abruptly he found that he was talking rapidly in this tongue of an alien race.

“Yes, I’ve recovered”, he said, “and I’m amazed at what I find. How have I acquired this knowledge of your language? Where am I, and where is my friend? Can you enlighten me in these things?”

The other smiled. “I can, Earth man,” he replied. “You have been taught our language while you slept. A thought transference process we use for educating the young. You are in the palace of the Zara and your friend is safe in the next room. I may add that you are in high favor with Her Majesty.”

The wizened creature lowered his voice on the last words, and his knowing eyes spoke volumes. In favor with that she-devil! Blaine went cold at the thought.

“I want to see my friend,” he said shortly.

“Later. My orders are to bring you to the Zara immediately you are strong enough. And Pegrani obeys orders.”

No use to attempt a break now. Blaine was tempted to drive a fist into that ugly countenance and fight his way out of the place. But that would be suicide. He’d wait, get the lay of the land first and then try to dope something out with Tommy.

“All right, Pegrani,” he said, “I’m ready to go before this Zara of yours.”

As he prepared for the audience, alien thoughts crowded one upon the other in his strangely enlightened mind. With the knowledge of the language had come knowledge of many things relative to the copper-clad world. They’d given him a liberal education. Somehow he knew these stunted creatures like Antazzo and Pegrani were known as Llotta and that, while ruling the sealed-in planet, their kind had originally come from Ganymede, the fifth satellite of Jupiter. Centuries had passed since the inhabitants of Europa and Ganymede had been forced to desert their aging worlds and had settled on Io. During other centuries the widely different peoples had cooperated in constructing the great copper enclosure in order to keep the new world alive and capable of supporting life. Then had come a century of bitter warfare in which the Llotta were victorious. Intense hatred existed between the two races, he knew, and a hazy impression of mechanically imparted knowledge told him that few of the Europans remained alive.

“We are here, Carson,” his guide announced, when they stood before the square columns of an enormous portal.

The scene in the throne room was vastly different than when he had first visited it. The Zara sat curled as before, a golden bowl of incense burning at either side of the throne. The men-at-arms were absent and, instead, there were dozens of handmaidens, white-skinned and seductive as their queen, reclining on luxurious cushions that were arranged in a semicircle before the dais. It was a scene of Oriental splendor. A stage carefully set.

Pegrani knelt and touched his forehead to the floor but Blaine held himself stuffly erect, looking straight into the eyes of the Zara. She smiled and extended her arm in that beckoning gesture.

“You may leave now, Pegrani,” she said, without deigning him a glance. “Remain in the corridor until I send for you.”

There was a tense silence as the Zara’s gaze, ineffably softened now, held Blaine’s. Unconsciously he was drawn to the steps of the dais. Unwillingly, yet inexorably, his lagging footsteps brought him to her side. Cool white fingers touched his arm and he saw that the red flecks in the black of those wide eyes were golden now. Surely there was no harm in this woman. But he remembered Antazzo.

“Carson,” she purred, “you are more than welcome to Llotta-nar, the land of my people and the ruling power of Antrid, the body you call Io. The freedom of the realm is yours for as long a time as you wish to remain.”

This was too good to be true. “You – you mean,” he stammered, “that Antazzo exceeded his authority in his act of piracy – in bringing us here?”

The golden flecks flashed red and a cold note was manifest in the throaty voice. “Antazzo,” she replied, “was destroyed for his audacious actions. We needed this k-metal of yours, Carson, and he was sent to Earth to get a quantity of the material. By magnetic directional waves was he sent – we have no shape-ships – his body disintegrated by my scientists for transmittal, and the atoms of his beastly form reassembled in their proper relation when he arrived there. But he threatened me when he returned successful. The possession of the k-metal and his knowledge of its powers and uses had gone to his head. He demanded my hand in return for his work; demanded that he be permitted to mount the throne of Llotta-nar as my consort. Therefore I destroyed him.” The hard eyes softened anew. “And – and for his abominable treatment of you I destroyed him,” she concluded.

Blaine fought off the spell of those gold-flecked eyes; he looked away in sudden panic. This creature was not telling the truth. She was hiding something; a sinister motive lay beneath her smooth speech.

“My friend,” he said abruptly: “what of him?”

“For your sake, my Carson,” she purred, “he too shall have the freedom of the realm for as long a time as is desired.”

The cool fingers crept along his arm, firm and compelling. “Look at me,” she whispered.

He thought of the pink gas as his eyes were drawn irresistibly to hers. What he saw in those gold-flecked depths sent a shiver of apprehension chasing down his spine. Savage, devestating desire mingled with ill-concealed rage and his coldness. This beautiful animal could turn like a flash, and rend him limb from limb – and would on the slightest provocation.

A commotion in the corridor caused her to release him and sit bolt upright. Temporarily relieved, Blaine wheeled to face the portal. Tommy had broken loose! He heard his strident voice, berating an unseen antagonist in the tongue of the Llotta.

Then they were in the room, Tommy struggling and arguing vociferously with one of the green-bronze guards. The handmaidens had deserted their cushions and were milling about in affrighted confusion. The Zara’s sibilant exclamation startled him into looking at her once more. The same cold fury that had greeted Antazzo glinted icy-hard in that grimly beautiful face. It was all over for poor Tommy.

But the Zara reached upward and stroked a transparent rod that dangled above the throne, something he had not noticed before. A screaming vibrant note smote the heavy air, a pulsation that beat at the ear drums with painful intensity. Silence fell as the awesome sound died away and echoed faintly from the huge columns that supported the arched ceiling. Tommy cooled off when he saw that Blaine was unharmed.

“Drekan!” The Zara’s voice was a whiplash as she addressed the guard. “You will leave my presence and report to your overman for punishment. Never again molest the Earth men. Begone!”

Again this amazing woman curled in her cushions and again she purred. Tommy watched in open mouthed astonishment as she smiled guilelessly on his friend.”

“You may leave me now, my Carson,” she cooed. “Farley is free to accompany you. Pegrani will guide you and inform you regarding our customs and our people. You will learn much. And then you shall return to Zara Clyone.”

Blaine had fully expected that Tommy would die a horrible death before his eyes, and in his sudden relief bent low and kissed the cold white hand of the Zara. A foolish thing to do! She purred and snuggled into the cushions like the feline that she was – a dangerous animal; claws drawn in now but ready to strike out, razor sharp, on a moment’s notice.

[foxeroni]

VOTE FOR JOEL

Reasons:

1. He is an absolute loser and a pathetic meow meow

In season 2 he is so insecure that he goes out of his way to make lore in order to make it cannon that he is tall and sexy. His own wife refuses to be his lawyer because she knows he will lose.

Going off the last sentence, in last life, whenever joel interacts with lizzie she always talks about how incompetent he is before and afterwards. In the one scene where she flirts with him, he has the most awkward and uncool respince possible. She votes for him to die first and profits off it. He dies 4 times in the second episode and looses all his friends (only had one to begin with).

In afterlife when Joel has objectively the best origin in the game, he needs an umbrella to walk in the rain. He dies in his second origin because he accidently walks off a cliff. When he has the supposedly "cool" origin (iceling) he falls into a cauldron by accident.

(Have not wached x life yet)

2. Joel is also a total whore

He sleeps with sausage in like the third episode of empires s2. He and his worst-enemy-turned-friend Jimmy fuck barely 2 episodes after they become friends. His wife is a ten foot tall axolotl hybrid who could absolutely step on him and he would let her.

In the first few episodes of double life he takes as little damage as possible and tries to stay out of trouble on green and yellow despite his soulmate going to the deep dark and spawning the warden, all while building a lovely and flammable home.

Joel also flirts with Jimmy in empires s1 and somehow asking Jimmy to be his best man is more romantic than a marriage proposal to his own wife?? He has bi wife energy.

3. He is absolutely unhinged and chaotic

In third life, he tames a wolf army and sicks them on absolutly everyone. It is also believed that one of the life series 'curses' is that the player that tames the most wolves is the most unhinged.

When he goes red life in LL, he tries to get kills on absolutly everyone possible, he also has no hesition when lying to his teammate when he is the boogeyman. He goes on a killing spree with grian at the end, it's even said by Scott that dying of "natural causes" included dying at joel and grians hands.

During double life, as soon as the ship burns he immediately starts burning everything and goes on another killing spree. Also, the first thing he does after dying a second time is killing someone with zero hesitation.

He starts a whole religion and goes on a whole villan arc because of a fucking donkey. A fucking donkey.

Now this is not physically, emotionally, or even that visibly unhinged, but. Let's rember that this is the guy who spent like over twenty hours worth of building in Jimmy's empire for the purpose of 'it would be funny'. It is literally insane. On that topic, all his bases are also absolutly insane, one could say, unhinged.

4. Do it for...

Vote joel, for he derves to win the mcyt sexyman bracket. And if this has convinced you that he is too pathetic to vote for, then do it for his son hermes. Hermes is too precious for this world and his other dad sadly got out of the competition yesterday. Do it for the smol armor stand demigod lore child. Or do it for donkey Jeremy, idk.

Shoutout to @infamousvamp , who inspired this post, I tried to add more stuff and make difference points, but you should check out https://at.tumblr.com/infamousvamp/vote-joel-smallishbeans-for-mcytblr-sexyman-2023/ngx5hduweccw , the original. In the end though, it really dosnt matter, as we all would like joel smallishbeans to with this competition, or at least this round. Hopefully this has either influenced your vote or reminded you how pathetic joel is. Vote here at https://at.tumblr.com/mcytblrsexymen/round-four/kprd9e10zjmp

[scolek]

i thik the non canon gayest bitches tournament is too broad and is suffering from many problems. also crowley and aziraphale were in an earlier round and while they swept i think they count as canon???? i think the same for the owl house girls. never seen it but i think theyre intended to be together/get together and its just the mouse holding them back.

anyway i was looking through all the options and this is all just a bunch of wildly disproportionate ships from a bunch of wildly disproportionate fandoms. there was a st*rkid ship in there and it was losing because nobody cares about st*rkid and also it was b*ll and t*d which, while a decent ship, are nowhere near the gayest non canon bitches.

like. there are already too many bracket tournaments going on, really is march madness. and like not to rag on anybody im in like the eye of the hurricane of a total mental breakdown anyway who am i to judge, but like? its total nonsense and its just measuring fandom size and not even very well because some of the ships are fuckin weird. draculaura and clawdeen??? fr???? the wildest pull out of any ship in the core cast.

[awolshippingbracket]

Congratulations to the winners of the first round! The game continues - here is the cast for our next round of the AWOL shipping bracket!

I suppose, by now, you'll be wanting to get to know our contestants. I've seen a couple of people stumble into this with not a clue what this about or just why and how this pole came to be. The general introduction of the concept is in both my description and our introduction post, so why don't we get to know some context to the players and pairings rather than the bare bones? If you click the option to read below, you can learn about our round two pairings and how they came to be! (Keeping in mind that this is fictional roleplay and not a reflection of the actual characters or CCs!)

In order of our bracket, we have:

DL Pearl / TL Cleo They met first when TL Cleo, who's nickname is Petal, originally spawned in the server─ she'd joined quite late, so people were already settled. One of those people being Pearl, on the lookout for some clay shards! Petal happens to come across her digging with her hands in the dirt. And very promptly after inquiring about her armour being made out of a material she'd been foreign to at the time, picks her up and takes her home to clean her up, quite fascinated with her! 

DL Cleo / TL Cleo These two have been bickering since the dawn of time─ funny, is it not? You'd think people so similar would get along! Perhaps under different circumstances. They're not dating, which is something you'll find not uncommon in this poll─ most of it is just done for fun, remember! 

DL Pearl / DL Cleo Slowburn enemies to lovers in the aftermath of DL. Cleo’s had multiple crushes on her in different worlds and while they started off wanting to kill each other, eventually they were killing for each other. canonically [redacted] (Thank you, Sera/silly)

TL Cleo / DL Etho Though they've never formally met in canon, Etho was a part of her group for a little while during a competition! Cleo's been fascinated with him and his cringe failboy charm ever since <3

DL Solidarity / DL Tango Soulmates! At the beginning of AWOL, Jimmy felt awful for killing Tango by proxy of the soulmate mechanic, assuming that it was fault of the canary curse and that he'd inadvertently passed it on to him. They stay apart for a long while after that ─ Tango dies, and then gets revived, and it's an incredibly long story and the middle is just about impossible, but by the end of it, they're working on the ugliest farm possible, made out of very fireproof obsidian.

SL Gem / DL Pearl They seem to be doing well! For a little bit of context, DL Pearl is *also* from SL, but she'd gone through DL first, and SL is a *very* recent addition─ IRP, it's only happened a couple of weeks ago. Anywho! In Secret Life, Pearl killed Gem to save her from winning and keep her from the torment that the watchers would place on her. After talking it through, they're on a much more even field.

LimL Pearl / SL Lizzie SL Lizzie took the place of LimL Pearl during Limited life. Pearl had been stuck in the void, but when the world ends and AWOL season one splits up, they go back to ShadowCraft together and were dating!

TL Grian / LL Scar / LL Mumbo Healing home! Mumbo and Grian spawned in together and after talking and the Only one bed trope in a cave, they ended up settling down together in a house since lilac didn't know where sand was and they both just liked eachothers presence. After some time and maybe making Grumbot, they agreed to a qpp (can't remember if grum or qpp was first) For Scars part, basically- after he spawned, Mumbo apologized to him and they ended up going on a picnic together, which kick started their eventual fall into a qpp. After they parted, Scar ended up in a desert and fell in a ravine, where Grian found him and brought him back to the healing house to heal. Because of wither rose, Scar was distrusting but eventually warmed up to Grian. From there, they invited him to stay, and he eventually joined into their qpr :] (Huge thank you to @berrygoodtime for writing this!)

LL Grian / LL Joel Through thick and thin, these two were inseparable until the end. To where in Last Life, they died right at eachothers side. The second chance only caused them to grow closer, partners in crime. One that could challenge what Bonnie and Clyde had. Whether it was crashing a wedding or merely having eachother for comfort. After all ,for the longest of times, they were all they had. (Thank you to @crypticcherriez for writing this!)

DL Grian / LimL Skizz After an accidental murder and a very apologetic Skizz, they get off on the right foot almost off the bat! From helping with baking to gifts and cuddles and taking care of each other while they're ill, they get close quite fast. They're married now! As well as LimL Impulse, I guess.

LL Martyn / LL Rendog Toxic Yaoi! But not in the fun way, not really─They've been through,,, so much. From Last Life to AWOL─ Martyn didn't show up in the next rendition. They truly have been through quite a bit─ Martyn using Rens honour against him and persuading him into kill for him, doors they opened and not once walked out of.  They separated after the first season.

LimL Impulse / LimL Skizz Awh! The classic angel-and-devil archetype! They're a match made in heaven! They've always been quite close, from their original worlds, through the games and through AWOL where they officially started dating. They've since gotten married

DL Scar / LimL Scar After DL Scar and DL Grian broke up, they started to get along! One of their earlier official meetings was a date in the flowering meadows, where DL Scar got the nickname Emerald because of the colour of his eyes, and LimL Scar got the nickname Dandelion because of the flowers around them. from then, their relationship started evolving, and when they went to their world together, they had a daughter named Tova!

LL Grian / TL Scar Oh dear. This one might rival treebark When they met, they'd spawned in together. LL Grian, Wither Rose, pretended to be Lilac (TL Grian, and Scars original Grian). He tampered with TL Scars communicator so he wouldn't be able to contact or communicate with anybody other than him. It takes months before Scar gets contact with the outside world─ and even then, he's still healing from it, a whole year later. Toxic yaoi (original version)

[13yearsoflorien]

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White Elephant: The Dancing Interlude

AAR #13

Session reports from my ongoing Lancer campaign.

Characters (LL 2):

Raiju (They/Them, Hacker 2/Heavy Gunner/Centimane/Nuclear Cavalier, Barbarossa 2)

Sunshine (They/Them, Grease Monkey/Technophile 2/Engineer/Juggernaut, Pegasus 2)

Rook (He/Him, Walking Armory/Stormbringer/Brutal/Brawler 2, Balor 2)

Daylight (She/Her, Technophile 2/Engineer 2/Infiltrator, Vlad 2)

Magpie (They/Them, Hacker 3/Technophile 2, Goblin 2)

NHPs:

Molotov - Via Sunshine’s Technophile talent - Projects as a small velociraptor - unshackled

Willow - Via Daylight’s Technophile talent - Projects as 1-2 squid - unshackled

Murgatroid - Via Magpie’s Technophile talent - Projects as a wizard? - shackled

Prometheus Antichiral - fork of a cascaded NHP from the Sanctuary Blue cloning facility - projects as a wizened old man - unshackled

Prev session writeup

While the lancers are finishing up at Comrade Fettuccine's Pasta Dispensary, Big Larry tells them about the local omninet disturbances - messages coming through late and/or getting garbled traveling across the 'net. The Lancers remember the garbled message the Eye of the Tiger picked up as they arrived at Sanctuary Blue and say they have encountered that.

Kline calls to congratulate them on their work in the Neuropa facility, saying that their work gives Cortex Concord cred with Union, which will be useful for everyone going forward.

The next day, Prinzivalli calls to say that she would love to give the Lancers the extra reward she promised, but unfortunately her Neuropa clearances have been revoked as part of the megacorp scrubbing its presence from the planet and she can't help them unless they help her. She's asking for them to sneak her credentials back onto a Neuropa server that's being shipped off the station. The gang manage to accomplish that without much difficulty, using codes Rook got from the wrecked cockpit in the last mission and a hastily-assembled spider drone from Daylight.

That done, the gang gets on with what's really important: dancing. Sunshine, Magpie, and Raiju attempt the dance contest at Servo Assist, all in the organics bracket since none of them qualify for the cyborg bracket. First up is Magpie, who tries to wow the room with their moves but unfortunately their moves are several hundred years out of date and not even in a cool retro way. The next PC up is Sunshine who reveals a previously-unknown talent for burlesque that leaves everyone stunned. Raiju is the last up and doesn't quite manage to (literally?) blow up the stage.

The lancers check out the cyborg bracket while they have time to kill, and three of the competitors catch their eye: two identical androids, both wearing leather jackets festooned with Goblin Riot patches and a big "RA IS A COP" badge, differentiated only by their hats, one which reads "FUCK" and the other which says "MACHINE". They give a perfectly-choreographed dance number, but a portion of the room steadfastly refuses to give the pair a scrap of approval. Next up is Slick, who wears a sequined jacket and matching trilby and whose lower body is an 8ft-long mechanical centipede which he uses to great advantage. The lancers decide to cheer for the androids, because they like their style.

As winner, Sunshine finally gets a Sentinel head and sensor suite out of the bar's big bin of mech parts, using the huge crane game setup to fish it out. The two androids, who introduce themselves to their fellow winner as Arjhet and Tehjra, triumphantly pick out some kind of computing system from the bin. The lancers hang out with Arjhet, Tehjra, and Slick for a little before heading over to check out the dance marathon in Shell Casings.

Daylight and Rook have both signed up for the marathon, Rook putting his trust in his soldier's physique to see him through and Daylight hoping to try something underhanded. She fails immediately, forgetting to dance while she's waiting for her moment to strike. After settling in and hanging with the cyborgs for a few hours, Sunshine notices some Skulls Brigade members acting suspicious near the refreshments. They immediately point that out to the bar's staff, who eject all Skulls Brigade members immediately allowing Rook to survive marathon and pick up the lightly-used tactical bomber.

After all that excitement, the Eye of the Tiger receives a delayed message from Brian that IPS-N is pulling him off of New Aeonia because an unknown fleet has been detected heading towards the planet. Given the recent troubles with the Shield Frontier, they are assumed to be hostile.

So here's what the lancers know is going on in the sector:

Next time: Router diagnostics?

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[invictus-ignis]

Rules (Under construction)

(Mostly copied from my Orion Pax blog; will be updated later)

✶ General guidelines / about the mun ✶ 

Follows via @iacon-stargazer

She/her, 21+, goes by Storm

I'm a college student with ADHD who tends to take on too many projects at once, so replies may not always be immediate. Please be patient! 🙏

Since this is an entirely separate account from my main, I’m often stuck using a mobile browser, which means no push notifications. So if I don’t respond and I’m not busy or distracted by something else, I might just not have seen your message/reply.

For the same reason, I might make posts with errors in basic formatting. I’ll edit them as soon as I notice!

I use {{curly brackets}} for OOC.

I typically show speech in quotation marks, but if the person I’m interacting with doesn’t I will tend to mirror them, which is why you may sometimes see me replying or answering asks as if Ares is typing the post. I think it should be easy enough to tell it’s not prose. 

If you want me to tag something or if I forget, please don’t hesitate to tell me.

I’m only familiar with Aligned (TFP, Rescue Bots, and a bit of RID15 - still need to read the novels, maybe over winter break) and MTMTE/LL (and also Bayverse, but that would have to be a straight up AU and plotted/discussed). Any questions related to characters or events from the other IDW comics or G1 will likely be met with mild bewilderment from mun and muse (unless I've interacted with them through iacon-stargazer).

My other blogs are the-storm-winds​ (main), zephyrus-moonlight​ (art blog), and ero-cataegis (nsfw art blog)

I'm fairly selective in who I follow back, but feel free to interact either way, especially through asks! 

And don't be afraid to message me either. Mun doesn't bite.

✶ Verses ✶ 

{{to be added}}

✶ NSFW policy ✶

Explicit replies/threads to be kept under cuts (for the sake of keeping this blog clean for my followers)

While anyone may follow/interact, I’d rather only RP explicit threads with people 18+

Sticky, spark, tactile, PnP, EM field interface... I’m very much willing to do them all.

✶ Shipping ✶

Open to just about anything, provided there's chemistry. (The only exceptions are characters I strongly ship with others - most notably Optimus/Orion and Ratchet)

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Any ships involving Orion, Optimus, and/or Ratchet, including those in threads. Unique tags are fine, and tagging the thread or the partner (preferably a unique tag so I don’t have to totally blacklist them) is acceptable. (Obviously I can’t force you to do this, but a lot of untagged stuff like this is a reason I might not follow you.)

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